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"Got to be good looking 'cause he's so hard to see...
Come together--over me."
-- The Beatles
A Life Ever Changing #10
Come Together
By Angel
...Aunt Harriet then asked what color hair tie I wanted to
use. My mom jumped in and said, "Let's match them to each
set of clothes he is modeling."
"That is a great idea," Harriet said. So I was now ready to
do the fashion show....
Aunt Harriet then said, "but first your eyebrows are just a
little to thick." They did a fine job of with shaping you
just need a little thinning."
I said, "Aunt Harriet I do not want girl shaped eyebrows. I
let them do a lot of things to me, but please don't try and
make me look like a girl." Aunt Harriet, my mother and Mrs.
Brown looked at me with "THAT" look again!
Mrs. Brown then said to me, "Ricky, the look you will need
to begin working is an androgynous one. Do you know what
that means? (What? What the FRAPST did androgynous mean?)
I answered, "No, I never heard of it before."
Mrs. Brown then told me, "A famous person named Coleridge
said, 'The truth is, a great mind must be androgynous.' You
already have an androgynous mind, Ricky, now you must
appear androgynous. The word means {uniting both sexes in
one, or having the characteristics of both.} Now do you
understand?"
I said, "Please just give me a minute to think." They all
paused at this and were I must say looking a little worried
at what I might say next. Concern was on all their faces.
My mom looked the most tense and Aunt Harriet was gently
massaging my shoulders.
Just then the phone rang and all four of us jumped with the
sound of the first loud ring. My mom answered it and I
could hear her say, "Hh, hi Barbara, no, Rich is a little
busy right now, can he call you back tomorrow? We both are
busy and we have company. Oh, (chuckle) no, he isn't hurt
or anything like that. The nurse that brought him home is
Rich's new employer. Yes. He has a job at the nursing home.
What? Yes, he will be starting Monday morning. Okay, tell
your mother I will call her in the morning ok? Yes, I will
let Rich call you first. Bye."
My mom was laughing softly as she turned to me and said,
"That was Barbara, she thought you were hurt or something
when she saw Grace. She wants you to call her in the
morning. You are supposed to call her before I talk to
Rita." (Her mom.) She chuckled again at that.
Now they were all looking at me again and Mrs. Brown asked
me, "Well, what have you thought about and do you need us
to explain anything further?"
I answered, "If I have figured this out correctly you don't
want me to look like an all boy or an all girl, but you
want me to look like I could be either one?" All three
answered me at the same time, which was a little confusing
until I figured out they all meant the same thing and that
was EXACTLY! I had figured it out, but now what? I then
asked Mrs. Brown, "Why? Why is this step so necessary? I
have never really cared what people thought of the way I
looked, but this seems a little questionable to me. What
happens when I go out in public looking (What was that
word) androgynous?"
Mrs. Brown, my mom and Aunt Harriet (Who was still
massaging me, now working on my back. It felt so good!)
tried to answer me all at the same time again when Mrs.
Brown spoke up louder with, "Let me answer that for you,
Ricky." My mom and Aunt Harriet kept quiet then and Mrs.
Brown continued, "You will be working with all women and
also be taking care of women residents. To look 'ALL MALE'
as you mentioned would be a harder handicap for you. More
than you realize right now. We all feel that you should
look like your personality and qualities dictate. This will
help you immensely in this field and we do believe in your
personal life as well. Ricky, you are the most gender-
neutral person I have ever encountered. Do what we ask of
you and you will succeed far better and have a much easier
time working with women. What do you say you just give it a
try?"
(Gender neutral? She said it like it was a compliment, but
it hurt me just the same.) I thought hard and deep just
then. They were telling me I was not a boy or man. I was
not girl or women either, thank God. But, what did this
make me? When I look in the mirror I see a young man. I
have a penis and it works like it is supposed to. (Well, I
hadn't had intercourse yet, but my exploration of this item
sure had its pleasurable surprises.) True, my voice wasn't
a deep one, but it wasn't high either. Damn it, I look like
a boy! This is going to be the toughest thing I have ever
done and I just know I do not have any real choice other
than to do it their way.
"Okay, I will give it my best." I said. "This is going to
be hard for me to do and I will need a lot of help and
support. Mom? You will have to help me with Barbara and the
Nelsons. (My neighbors.) I just don't want to look so
feminine people think I am gay or something. I like girls
and I don't want to lose the only one that seems to like me
as I am, okay?"
They all agreed and started to hug me. Even Mrs. Brown
joined in with the group hug! The tension that was building
in the room just dissipated then. Vanished like it never
was.
Aunt Harriet took out my new pair of tweezers and started
on my eyebrows making them less bushy as she had said. My
mother and Mrs. Brown went into the living room to select
my first set of clothes I was to model.
Maybe I would start a new fad! The androgynous look! I
started to laugh thinking about it. OUCH!!!!!! Man that
hurts! How do girls do this to themselves? I would remember
to compliment Barbara on her eyes and brows the next time I
saw her! Hell, I would compliment about her hair and nails
as well!
This started me thinking about shopping for clothes with my
family. With my brother and me it was mom would pick them
out and ask if we liked them. This question was a waste of
time because she always got what she had picked out anyway.
She would do the "MOM CHECK" and that was that.
Not so with my sister. It was a whole new experience
watching them shop for clothes. They had a blast! My sister
would get all excited and they would take forever trying
things on and picking things out. If my mom went to buy one
new dress for herself and my sister they would try on 50 of
them! (Well slight exaggeration there.) They would have so
much fun.
I must admit at being jealous seeing this knowing shopping
for us boys was a drag for her and us. Why couldn't we have
as much fun? Couldn't I try on a bunch of clothes I would
like to wear? Just to see what they looked like on me? Why
not? Maybe I will talk to my mom about this and see what
happens.
I came back to earth then and noticed my Aunt Harriet was
looking at my face real intense like. She then asked me
what I was thinking about and I said, "Oh, nothing that
important."
She laughed and said she knew me better than that. "Out
with it Ricky!"
So, I sighed (A nice deep sigh at that.) and reluctantly I
told her what I had been thinking and what I thought about
it and then asked her what she thought. Well, the answer I
received was not what I expected at all.
She hollered so loud it startled me she said, "JULIA and
GRACE get in here and listen to this! (OH FRAPST and double
FRIPSY!) Before I knew it the three of them were going to
take me shopping for new clothes the following Saturday!
They told me it was going to be fun and I would be able to
try on anything I wanted and as much as I wanted. COOL and
double COOL! (I just wondered whose money we were going to
spend?) Well, they were happy that was for sure!
My eyebrows were done and we all went into the living room.
The first set was the clothes I was the most reluctant to
wear. Yupper! Those stretchy tight ones with the shirt
Betty had given me. With those, a pair of sneakers that
someone had put a pair of the light blue laces in.
The socks were not socks at all! They were more like
tights! You know the kind, thicker than nylons and they
looked like they were long enough to reach well above my
knees! These were white. OH FRAPST!
Next I noticed a web belt of light blue. The underwear?
Well the T-shirt was plain, but it wasn't like my normal
ones. The neck opening was round and for over the shoulder
it had two thin straps. The underpants? I did not see any,
but I saw my mom holding a box. It was wrapped and I
remembered Betty giving it to me as a present. (OH FRIPSY!)
I looked at my mom and said, "I suppose my new underpants
are in that box?"
"Yes, honey, and something for this particular outfit that
we know you will need."
I took the box and opened it. It was wrapped in lots of
tissue paper. I took it out of the box and unwrapped it.
"What is this thing?" I asked. It looked like a tight
fitting pair of boxer shorts. Then I noticed there were two
pairs clipped together.
My mom said, "Those are underpants that support your
privates and hold them closer to your body so you don't
show as much. They will protect you from injury and keep
you from being embarrassed at certain times." All three
started chuckling and my mother went on with, "You know the
times, honey. What happens when you get up in the morning
and make me breakfast? (She is smiling that knowing smile
here.) You have a hard time hiding that thing of yours in
just your robe, don't you." She said this as a fact not a
question. "Well, this takes care of that problem." All
three with knowing smiles! Oh FRAPST!
I realized that working with all women it could be a very
embarrassing problem at that. So with a shrug of my
shoulders I said I understood. They did look like they were
going to be a tight fit that was sure!
Mom added, "Honey, you have to wear something under those
to prevent irritation. Look in the box dear." What now? Oh
Lord! Now these were girl's panties!!!! No doubt about it!
Oh no!
So I asked the next question. "Why do I have to wear girls
panties under this? Can't I wear my regular briefs?"
Aunt Harriet jumped in here and said, "Okay, Ricky, why
don't you try wearing your briefs under them and see what
happens."
"I will," I said and all four of us just looked at each
other. My mom then told me to go change in the den instead
of going upstairs. It would be easier and we wouldn't wake
the little ones. The den did not have a mirror or a door! I
had a funny feeling about this. I took a pair of my new
regular briefs off of another set of clothes and headed to
the den.
I realized that these were the most feminine looking set of
clothes out of all of them. If I could get through the
ordeal of wearing this set. I would be home free. I took
off my robe and put on the new pair of regular briefs. Snug
fit, comfortable and I thought they would be okay under the
tight boxers. I then put on the T-shirt, light and silky,
felt good, but did not look right to me.
Then I went to put on the boxers and in walked my mom and
Aunt Harriet! (Oh FRAPST!) Aunt Harriet said, "I forgot to
tie your hair back." (SURE!)
Mom said, "Honey, we knew you would need some help anyway
and I am glad we came in just now. You should put on your
hose first." Oh Lord! I took the white long stockings and
started to put them on like my regular socks when my mom
stopped me.
"Not like that, Honey, you will ruin them that way! Let me
show you." She took one and rolled it up until just the toe
part was on the end. She told me to sit down which I did
and then she put the end over my toes. She unrolled it as
she pulled it up to my knee. She did the same with the
other one on my other leg. She explained what she was doing
while she went.
Then I had to stand up and she pulled them up to my thigh
and smoothed them out. She said, "That is how you put these
on. If you don't do it this way you will put to much strain
on the threads and they will run on you. Okay?"
I said okay and that was when Aunt Harriet handed me the
boxers to squeeze into. I do mean squeeze! I could see why
I had to put the "hose" on first because the legs of the
boxers covered the tops of the hose. The boxers were so
tight they scrunched my briefs in the most uncomfortable of
places! I could feel lumps as I felt around trying to fix
the problem.
Both of them laughed then and told me that was why I needed
the other type of underwear. (They did not use the word
panties.) OH FRIPSY! This was going to be bad! (For me
anyway.) Okay, off with the boxers and it just so happened
my mom had the underwear mentioned ready for me.
Without even thinking about I just took off my briefs
before I realized what I just did! Too late now and they
did not even crack a smile or utter a chuckle. I put on the
underwear and they felt real different. Smoother, cooler
and much lighter they covered my whole butt and were cut
fuller in the legs. They had a higher waist than my briefs.
But, I really showed! You could see right through them! OH
FRAPST! My mom told me to tuck my penis downward and I did.
I quickly grabbed the boxers and squeezed them on. Yes,
there was a big difference I had to admit. My mom and
Harriet both said at the same time, "SEE THE DIFFERENCE?"
I did and admitted they were right. It felt very strange
though. My testicles were pushed back inside of me, which
hurt for a few seconds and my penis was no longer evident.
I had a smooth front! (OH FRAPST!) I was going to put the
pants on next when my mom told me I had to put the shirt on
first. GEEZ! This was a lot more trouble than I thought it
was going to be! I put on the shirt and it was snug just
like I remembered from the store. My mom told me to tuck
the shirt into my boxers. I did and thankfully was finally
able to put on my pants!
Now these pants were the stylish ones remember, dear
readers? Snug fitting above the knees with bell-bottoms.
Stylish was what Betty had called them. I threaded the belt
on and figured out the buckle. You slid the end of the belt
through it and pulled back on it to secure it.
I reached for the sneakers and my mom handed me a pair of
socks saying, "Put these on first, Honey." Great, light
blue socks and they did not go up on my calves either. They
went to just below my ankles. I now got to put on the
sneakers.
I stood up and Aunt Harriet was waiting for me with a light
blue hair tie. She brushed my hair and pulled it back tying
it into a ponytail. A girl's style ponytail!
I was ready for my entrance to show Mrs. Brown and thinking
of what to say to all of them once I got into the living
room! My mom told me to wait till she called me from the
living room. They both left and it took them longer than I
figured it should.
I was just going to holler when my mom told me to come into
the living room "Smiling" she said. I walked into the
living room 'SMILING' and then FLASH and FLASH and FLASH
again! PICTURES! OH FRAPST! I was getting mad again! All
three of them had cameras!
I heard Mrs. Brown say, "He's gorgeous!"
My mother had a huge grin and Aunt Harriet quickly said,
"Don't get upset, Ricky, there is a very good reason for
you to be wearing this outfit. Grace has something for you
and her friend Betty made her decision when she met and
talked with you." Mrs. Brown then handed me a letter.
It was in a fancy envelope (Nice stationary!) and was
sealed with wax and had a big "B" imprinted in it. I opened
the envelope and took out the letter. Mrs. Brown asked me
to read it aloud so everybody could know what Betty had
written to me. I paused for a minute just holding the
letter.
I was so angry right then that I was afraid to try and
talk. I looked at them with what must have been the old
"this had better be worth it" look!
Mrs. Brown said, "Read the letter and you will get the
answers to the questions you have."
My mom added, "Please don't be angry with us, Honey, read
the letter." My Aunt just kept nodding at me.
The letter began;
Dearest Ricky"
By your reading this I know you have on the outfit I
picked out just for you. There is a very important
reason for this, which I will explain later on in
this letter. First though I want you to know that it
was your loving mother, Harriet and Grace who I met
and talked to at length about you and a problem I
have. I could not believe what I heard when you were
described to me by Grace and my new good friends your
mother and Harriet.
I looked up at the three women and they smiled and motioned
for me to continue. Betty went on with, "I had to be sure
about you and when Grace told me you had applied for work
at her facility I saw my chance of meeting and talking to
you without my problem being mentioned first. I was
skeptical when I first saw you, but as time went on I was
sure they were right and you would be the answer I was
looking for." (WHAT? This was getting strange.)
Your looks, mannerisms and speech were androgynous.
(That word again!) With little effort you could look
like either a girl or a boy. (OH FRAPST!) This is
what is needed for you to be able to help my family.
Let me now explain my problem and you can then make
your decision if you wish to help us or not. We have
two daughters that are mentally handicapped just like
your brother. They are more infantile in their
behavior though and are older and much stronger. They
can get violent and they do hurt when they hit and
kick. We have been told they should be
institutionalized but we will never do that! We have
hired many caregivers over the years and most quit
shortly after they started working, as the girls got
older. The few that did stay turned out to be abusive
and rough with the girls. My daughters I found would
have bruises and they would cry a lot when they saw
the caregiver approach them.
Ricky, this is very important and I stress the need
we have of a strong compassionate caregiver with a
heart. You must appear to be a girl for my husband to
accept you as a caregiver. He would never allow a boy
to provide care for our girls. I have recently been
told the agency we have used for years will no longer
send caregivers to our home. We have contacted other
agencies that supply help in our area and they have
all refused to send anyone. If we cannot find anyone
soon our girls will have to be institutionalized. I
cannot care for them myself. They are to heavy for me
to care for and their combativeness I could not
control. You are our last hope. Before you make a
decision on this matter let me explain my offer for
your employment and what will be required of you.
I was awestruck! I was numb, confused, hurt, mad,
embarrassed and humiliated all at one time!
I must have looked like I was just hit by a train because I
was group hugged right then! My mom told me it would be
okay and I could decide either way and they would not think
badly of me. They knew what was being asked and it would
have been hard for anybody in the same situation.
I looked up at them and tried to talk. I couldn't. I sat
down and asked for a drink. My mom nodded to Aunt Harriet
and gave her a key. My Aunt went to the liquor cabinet and
made me a drink. (My first ever other than a little wine. I
had never even tried the hard stuff before.)
She came over and handed me the drink, which I gulped down.
Holy FRAPST! I coughed and sputtered and they chuckled.
I took a deep breath and found I could speak now. So I
began by asking, "Do I really look like a girl?" I did not
wait for an answer and kept on talking. "This letter has me
so confused. I feel hurt by it and humiliated. I feel like
a freak that really doesn't fit in anywhere. What am I? I
don't know what I am anymore."
I stopped talking and started thinking lost in my own
world. I thought I was mature and a good brother and son. I
thought I was a male! Now I am being told by those I love
and their friends I am androgynous. I could be either with
little effort! The worst thing for me to deal with right
then was the fact that I was being asked to look like a
girl!
Everybody here I knew thought that I could and should do
this thing. WHY? What was so important about this to make
me feel so bad about myself? I was so hurt and confused I
started to cry then. The tears just poured out of me. I was
being hugged and petted. I heard sounds but I could not
make them out.
I started to calm down enough to just sob and that is when
I felt a cool damp cloth being drawn softly against my eyes
and face. I looked up and my Aunt handed me another drink
and told me to just sip it this time. I did several times.
My mother started talking softly, "You are my son that I
love more than anything in this world. You will always be
my son and a boy to me. You have a God given gift that
makes you special and rare. It is nothing to be ashamed of.
It is something to learn about, control and use so you can
help others. I am so proud of you for doing what you have
done in you life. The decisions you have made by yourself
and your attitude have always been mature ones and well
above what anyone would expect from someone so young. You
are what you are Ricky. Only you can decide what you will
do with that knowledge. I am here to help and support you
whatever you decide. Just know that you are not a freak!
You are a boy with a rare gift and I love you and you are
even more precious to me because of it."
My Aunt Harriet started up, "You are not alone you know!
There are other boys just like you. Not many, but there are
more of them than you think. There is one thing about your
body that I bet you have never noticed. Do you know what it
is?"
I didn't and said so. She then told me to feel my neck and
I did. She then told me to feel hers and I did. She asked
me if I felt any difference and I said no.
She continued, "You have a wonderful soft voice and you
sing beautifully. You can sing notes in a range most boys
can't. Your music teacher has told you this and that is why
she wanted you in the school choir. Grace noticed this as
well. Now do you know what is different about you?"
I still said I didn't know as I was feeling my neck
wondering what it could be.
Mrs. Brown said, "Ricky, you have no Adams apple. (WHAT?) I
never really noticed that!
I asked her, "How could that happen? All males have Adams
apples!"
Mrs. Brown said, "Not all males Ricky, you don't have one."
She smiled and said, "Now that you are calm, do you think
you could finish Betty's letter? I think you will
understand even more when you have finished it and you will
not be hurt by what is says either. I promise."
I continued to read after a few more good sips of my drink.
Those drinks sure started to make me feel better! Soda Pop,
with a kick.
Betty's letter continued:
We will provide for any items you need including
uniforms, clothing and all the accessories. We also
will provide your transportation to and from our
home. You will have a bedroom of your own which has
its own full bath. All your meals will be provided
and you will be required to do no housework. We have
a cook, a maid and a housekeeper to do those tasks.
Your pay will be $200.00 weekly." (WOW! $200 a week!
That's what my mom makes now! That would solve our
money problems for sure!)
What is required of you is first to be trained by
Grace or someone she chooses to help train you. You
will not be alone at anytime while you are in
training. Someone will always be with you to help and
guide you. While you are at work you will be in
uniform at all times. Your appearance must be close
to perfection. This is a must. If you do stay over
your work times for any reason, you must be suitably
attired to maintain your appearance. If not in
uniform then other clothing that suits this purpose.
You will be caring for my twin daughters. Their
physical age is 20. Their mental abilities are that
of 2 years for most things less in others, and a
little more for speech. You will be providing basic
care including that for incontinence. They have
frequent accidents. I must warn you again about their
combativeness. If you make one of them mad, the other
will become mad as well. Grace will give you more
detailed instructions and all the information you
will need.
As a postscript she added,
I hope and pray you decide to help us. All I can
promise you is that you will be rewarded for your
kindness and sacrifices. I know this will be a very
hard decision for you to make. One thing I will
promise you if you decide to accept this position.
Your further education past high school will also be
provided for.
Then there was the signature.
I looked around the room and I had a million questions none
of which I could put into words just then. Aunt Harriet
said, "I know what you are thinking, Ricky, we set up a
full length mirror in the kitchen. Why don't you come with
us and we will show you something that might surprise you."
(OH FRAPST!)...
Fay
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